Chapter 2

A fight:

Avila stared at Bakura for a moment then realized he had barked an order.

"Run you idiot fool!" Bakura yelled as he glanced down at her once again. Avila scurried to her feet and ran with all her might.

Bakura returned his gaze to the guard he held back with his one arm. "Now, where were we?" he asked in a mocking tone.

The guard growled and tried to push Bakura back with his sword. But Bakura held firmly still to the ground. He laughed at the look of anger upon the guards face and pushed with his own sword, knocking the guard back a few steps.

"Come on! Is this all you have to offer?" Bakura asked with a low roar of laughter. The guard gritted his teeth and gripped his sword with both hands. He gave a loud piercing battle cry and rushed towards Bakura.

"Now that's more like it." He said with a small smile. He dodged the attack and swung his sword around to catch the guard in the back.

"But…you're still not good enough." Bakura said as the man slowly fell to the ground. Bakura withdrew his blade from the fallen body and smiled at the crimson blood dripping from it. He brought it to his lips and licked it, making sure the guards men had a perfect view.

"Let's go men!" A man yelled as Bakura pulled the blade away from his mouth. Bakura chuckled under his breath as he watched the men high tale it out of there. He turned around and studied the area, looking for the green eyed little thief. But he didn't see her.

He smiled knowingly.

"I'll probably run into her again."

Avila rushed down the dark deserted alley way, glancing over her shoulder every other second. She paused when she was sure she wasn't being followed.

'Oh Ra! That was close!' she thought to her self.

'But worth it.' She looked down at the package in her hands. It was the medicine that her brother needed. "Maku…you'll live." She whispered into the empty darkness. She leaned against the clay wall, trying to catch her breath. 'How had it come to this?' She thought as she clung the package to her chest. She remembered that horrible day, that day her mother came home and announced their father's death. Their mother, Chamea, had no job or any relatives to help them. So in the end she had committed suicide to ease her pain. Avila was only 12 when this had happened. She didn't know how to write or read and she only spoke the simple language of her village. She had started pick pocketing when the small amount of money they had saved disappeared. Avila learned at a young age how to sneak up on people with out them noticing. She knew how to make her self invisible in large crowds, and she knew how to move her fingers in a gentle yet swift motion. These talents helped her steal the money she needed to keep the small clay hut, feed Maku and herself and buy his medicine. Avila's eyes popped open as she heard footsteps approach her. She pressed her body into the wall, using her ability to become invisible. A shadow appeared, wearing a long dark cloak. He stopped and turned towards Avila's hiding spot. She sucked in her breath as she saw the glint of steel in his hand.

"I see you." He said laughingly as he watched her press into the wall with determination.

Avila blinked in surprise as she realized her trick had not fooled him.

He began to walk towards her; she felt fear bubble in her stomach. She pushed away from the wall and tried to dash pass him. But he was too quick for her. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back towards him.

"I think you owe me a 'thank you'." He rasped in to her ear. Avila looked up at him with large green eyes.

"I owe you nothing! I could have gotten away! It wouldn't have been my first time." She spat back, gaining her courage.

Bakura laughed as he brought the sword up to her neck. "I highly doubt someone as timid as you could have fought them off."

Avila knew he was right, but she didn't want him to get the better of her. "How would you know? You've never seen me fight with a sword before!" she shot back, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. She tilted her chin up with defiance as he stared at her with glittering brown orbs.

"Fine then…lets see." He stepped back and handed her the blade he had been holding. He pulled another one out from under his cloak. He stood a couple of feet away from her, readying to attack. Avila gripped the heavy instrument of death with both her hands and brought it in front of her. Bakura just laughed as she struggled with the large sword.

"Looks like you can't even hold it up." He smirked

Avila shot him a glare and used all her strength to hold it up. "I'm not weak!" she shouted as she managed to bring the blade up to her chest. Bakura just laughed then lunged at her. Avila saw the attack in slow motion, allowing her to dodge the blow.

"Don't run away from my blade…meet it with your own!" Bakura lectured as he lunged again towards her. Avila took his advice and brought her sword up to meet his own. A loud clatter filled the air as their blades met.

"Very good…" he said in a light whisper. Avila smiled to herself as the weight of the sword became nothing but a dull ache in her arms. This time she lunged at him, catching him off guard. She nipped at his arm, drawing a small amount of blood. He smiled at the small wound she had caused; he wiped the blood up with his fingers then licked them.

Avila cringed as she watched him.

"Your sick!" she cried out. He threw his head back and laughed. Avila could feel her stomach churn, making her want to throw up.

She wasn't expecting Bakura to lunge then and fell backwards on her back. His blade held her's down and his face loomed over hers.

"Don't ever let your guard down." He whispered. Avila could feel his warm breath on her cheek as he softly whispered the advice. His lips hovered above hers, almost touching. Avila felt as if she couldn't breath, the walls around her were closing in.

"G-E-T O-F-F" she said in-between breaths. Bakura smiled and pushed himself off of her.

Avila shot up and began to choke for air.

"I'm not that heavy am I?" he asked, watching her gasp for air. She threw the sword back towards him and struggled to her feet.

Bakura leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Avila glared up at him when she finally recovered. She opened her mouth to shout curses at him but was interrupted by the shouts of guard's men approaching.

"You sure it was Bakura?" a man asked down the opening of the alley way. Bakura shot Avila a look.

"Where is your hide out?" he asked plain and simple. Avila shot him a narrowed look as he asked.

"Why?" She already knew what the answer was going to be.

"I need a place to hide." He said his head turning towards the commotion. Avila studied the thief a moment longer.

"Sorry…can't help." And with that she turned on her heels. Bakura grabbed her wrist and turned her back around. "I saved your life. The least you can do is hide me for a few days." Avila stared into his dark brown eyes then gave a small nod.

"A few days." She repeated

Avila slipped into the clay hut, Bakura following behind her. "Nice place you have." Bakura said teasingly.

Avila ignored his comment and rushed to check on her younger brother. "Maku?" she asked in a light whisper. She was greeted by two small dull brown eyes.

"Avy." She whispered back in a weak and cracked voice. Avila fell to her knees and brushed his forehead with her hand.

"Maku…I have the medicine. Your going to get better." She whispered. He gave a small weak smile then closed his eyes once again to drift back into sleep. Avila watched the small boy for a moment then jumped to her feet.

"Who's that? Is he your son? You don't look old enough to have a son." Bakura said while leaning in the door way. Avila shot him a heated look.

"He is my brother, Maku and he's sick." She said sternly. She shoved passed the thief and headed for the water basin out in the hall.

"What's his sickness?" He asked studying her every move.

"He has malaria…that's why I stole the medicine today. He needs it." Avila sighed as she wrung the cloth out in her hands. She returned to the small room and began to bathe his face. Bakura watched with soft eyes as she tended to the child.

"Is he the reason you steal?" Bakura finally asked. Avila looked down at her hands.

"Ever since I was 12." She whispered back. She turned to face him. "That was 4 years ago…" Her eyes began to water, and her chin began to tremble.

'O shit! What now?' Bakura didn't know what to do. He had never been a situation like this before.

He turned away from her sad eyes and headed for the hall. "He'll be fine." he shot over his shoulder.

Sorry so short…But I have tons of homework I need to do! Enjoy and I'll update soon!

Bakura: I like this story so far! I get to lick the blood off my sword!

Yunie: Sicko!

Bakura: (grins evilly) I know, isn't it great?